TWINKLE COAST

 

 

 

"A Llama must understand the intricate possibilities of life after life, my son," said the somber woman with the determined eyes. Hers was the face of one forced to choke down bitter medicine for the greater good. A somber face, but a good face.

 

 

"In order to comfortably slip into the varied suits of re-birth, you must first contemplate inescapable mortality within these suits," the woman said with a wry smile. "Like trying on ill-fitting wooden shoes, my son.

 

The boy, who was tiny and thin and bald, nodded. His hand went to his mouth, his hand quivering a bit. The boy swallowed the hand-full of dead flies. Afterwards, his face was a grimace of stark horror.

 

Today was Frog Suit day. Through a film of tears, the boy looked out on the verdant field before the monastery and began to wonder about Fly Suit day.

 

Reviews

[Logan Carryall]

Hahaha. Very nice. Side story time: My first catering job I had was at a Buddhist resort of sorts, up in the Illinois mountain range in beaver kill. They were inducting a young boy, a recently reborn lama. There were gigantic flies everywhere you walked.

I also contemplate life after life, for fly suit day.